I'm trying. Really, I am. But the creative stuff is just not happening to the extent that I want it to. Taking care of the grandkids sometimes seems to be about all I can do. Below, a fairly good pic of how I'm feeling tonight. (It's 1:15 a.m.)
Followed the link for this pic to a band website. Head banger rock.
Not even motivated by pussy in my old age. Women want status. I don't want to struggle to prove to any woman that I have any level of status to offer. Trying to live on what you've got, and not striving for more to impress the relatives or somebody... few women are into that. Don't even want to try to impress a woman any more.
Here's a little sketch I did to try to shake things free:
That granular background is a Photoshop filter, Mosaic Tile, that I like. I've been applying it to many of my sketches once I scan them.
Here's the same sketch with the colors inverted in Photoshop:
Creates an odd sort of African fabric design, doesn't it? What happens if you cut out 1/4 of the design, say the top right quadrant, and use that quarter to create a symmetrical drawing?
Photoshop is the greatest program ever!
The hipster guy in the pic at the top intrigued me. I thought I'd give it a try to see what I could do to imitate the style.
The dead of night is my creative time. The world is completely asleep out here in the Catskills.
Also seems to be a time for contemplating my mortality. I feel keenly how my time is running out. Odd memories from the past pop up. People I haven't seen in decades. Events that might have played out differently if only...
I think I'll pull out my classical repertoire, then hunker down for some yoga. Maybe that will pull my head out of my ass.